Qi Feihong smiled slightly, flashed, avoided Ma Yu's sword, and at the same time returned the sword with his backhand. When Ma Yu saw Qi Feihong draw his sword, he immediately dodged. He was actually a little afraid of being hurt by Qi Feihong, and his moves were a bit confusing when he took action.
It seems that Ma Yu rarely fights with others, and his character is not firm enough. When he encounters an opponent stronger than him, he becomes a little panicked.
Many immortal cultivators are like this. They have been practicing for a long time and their strength is pretty good. But because they have never fought with others with real swords and guns, they will panic when facing a battle.
This is a taboo for immortal cultivators. Once such a situation occurs, it will be dangerous if an enemy with rich combat experience sees through it.
When everyone saw it, they shook their heads. Everyone could see that Ma Yu was afraid, and he had completely lost this competition.
Jin Xing looked quite ugly and couldn't help shouting: "The last move of the Flowing Light Sword Technique."
Ma Yu, who was originally a little timid, suddenly became excited when he heard Jin Xing's shout. The Qingyun Sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out a series of swords, and he stabbed out hundreds of swords in an instant. Ma Yu's shot was too fast, as fast as streams of light. Is this the true face of Flowing Light Sword Technique? It really looked like streams of light, extremely fast.
When Ma Yu strikes this time, a large number of petals in the shape of a sword will fly out with each sword strike. These petals are more obvious than the previous petals, and they seem to be solid. And each petal is hexagonal, as if it were formed by three swords put together.
The entire competition venue seemed to be completely enveloped by the petal-shaped sword. The dazzling light spread out, as if countless streams of light suddenly appeared. Many people could not help but close their eyes to adapt to the dazzling light.
In fact, most people could not see Ma Yu and Qi Feihong at this time, let alone what they were doing.
Everyone heard a clanking sound, and shocking sword energy shot out, causing countless people to exclaim. If Jin Xing and others hadn't blocked most of the petal sword energy, many of the onlookers would have been injured.
Those petal-shaped sword energy gradually dissipated, turning into streams of spiritual power and slowly drifting away. It turns out that these petal-shaped swords are transformed by Ma Yu's spiritual power and are not real swords. It is not unusual to transform one's spiritual power into shape, but to transform a large amount of sword energy at once shows that Ma Yu's strength is really not weak.
In other words, the power of the Flowing Light Sword Art is really not weak, at least the power of the last move is extremely strong.
The sword energy dissipated and the light naturally dissipated. Everyone looked at Qi Feihong and Ma Yu again, only to find Ma Yu standing there with a pale face and a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. Qi Feihong stood three feet away in front of Ma Yu, with the Hunyuan Sword in his hand pointing directly at Ma Yu's chest. Qi Feihong's clothes were in tatters, revealing strong muscles, but no scars.
If the Hunyuan Sword in Qi Feihong's hand was pushed forward a little at this time, Ma Yu would definitely be injured again or even lose his life. Qi Feihong did not do this. He just looked at Ma Yu quietly and did not intend to hurt Ma Yu. It's just a competition, no need to hurt anyone.
"Stop!" Jin Xing said with a hint of seriousness: "Qi Feihong won the sword competition. The two of you will take a short rest, and then we will have a fist and kick competition."
"Fist and kick competition?" Qi Feihong was confused and couldn't help but glance at Huangfu City. No one had told him before that this competition was also divided into a weapon competition and a fist and kick competition. It must have been added temporarily by Jin Xing.
Huangfu Cheng was also a little confused. He looked at Jin Xing and said, "Jinmen Master, what do you mean by the fist and kick competition you just mentioned?"
Jin Xing said with a smile: "The fist and kick competition is to see how good the two people's fist and kick skills are. Since it is a competition, it should be more comprehensive. After comparing weapons, then compete with fists and kicks. Otherwise, it will be unfair, don't you think?"
Huangfu Cheng was startled, then he clasped his fists and said, "Everything will be subject to the arrangements of the Jinmen Master."
There was an imperceptible strangeness in Jin Xing's expression. He clasped his fists and said to everyone: "Before, I was just joking with everyone, but I forgot to introduce today's competition. Now let me explain to everyone that today's competition is divided into weapon competitions. There is also a fist and kick competition, and there is an additional test - a test of strength. Two out of three fights. If one person wins the first two games, the strength test in the third game can be dispensed with. But if it is a If someone wins one game, I will personally test the strength of Qi Feihong and Ma Yu in the third game to decide who is the final winner."
Everyone showed doubts, and Na Jinke smiled and said: "This is very good, it can truly reflect the strength of the two of them, and avoid losing the competition due to a careless move, and expressing dissatisfaction."
Seeing Jin Xing and Jin Ke saying this, everyone nodded along. Huangfu Cheng and Qi Feihong looked at each other, but neither of them spoke or expressed anything. This is Feixianmen. In order to save face, Jin Xing temporarily added a competition, hoping that Ma Yu could win with fists and kicks, but the two of them couldn't understand it.
Qi Feihong didn't care about playing one or two more games. In the previous competition, his consumption was very small and there was almost no impact. He could continue the competition.
Perhaps Jin Xing felt that Ma Yu's Liuguang sword practice was not yet mastered, so he used fists and kicks to compete with Qi Feihong. What Jin Xing didn't know was that Qi Feihong's Iron Monkey Fist was no longer what it used to be, and its power was amazing. Ma Yu might not be able to win this match.
Qi Feihong returned to Huangfu City to rest, while Ma Yu went to Jin Xing to deal with the injuries sustained in the previous competition. His injury is not serious and will not affect the subsequent fist and kick competition, but it must be dealt with to prevent the injury from getting worse.
Half an hour later, Jin Xing felt that both Ma Yu and Qi Feihong were well rested, so he said again: "The second competition will now officially begin, please Qi Feihong and Ma Yu. No weapons are allowed in this competition. The outcome is determined by fists and kicks, please remember this."
Qi Feihong and Ma Yu said "yes" together. They opened their stances and shot almost at the same time, choosing boxing techniques. After the two had a fight, they were no longer polite to each other. When they struck, they were all powerful and tried their best.
Almost everyone in the Feixian Sect knows about Qi Feihong's Iron Monkey Fist, and Ma Yu is no exception. I don't know what Ma Yu's boxing technique is called, but I can see that the posture and strength of the punch are very similar to Qi Feihong's Iron Monkey Fist. They are both flexible and powerful boxing techniques.
Ma Yu was originally a cultivator specializing in one type of combat skill. It seems that in order to fight Qi Feihong, he changed his mind and practiced other combat skills in the past ten years. Ma Yu is the son of Ma Yuan and a disciple of Jin Xing. No one dares to say anything. But this will probably affect other people. In the future, the number of people practicing various combat skills will gradually increase.
This time the two competed in fist and kick kung fu, fighting in close quarters, punching to the flesh, and it was more exciting than the swordsmanship test before. Everyone started shouting, some were cheering for Ma Yu, and some were betting on Qi Feihong. At this time, they were cheering for Qi Feihong.
Qi Feihong unfolded his Iron Monkey Fist and fought with Ma Yu. It seemed that his fist power was very strong, but he did not use all his strength, but only kept his fist power at about 100,000 kilograms. After fighting Ma Yu for a few times, he found that Ma Yu's punching power was about 100,000 kilograms. He didn't want to defeat Ma Yu at once, let alone hurt Ma Yu.
Qi Feihong kept his hand, Huangfu Cheng could tell at a glance, but he didn't say anything else. Qi Feihong himself thought that by fighting Ma Yu like this, he would not expose the astonishing fact that his punching power was 300,000 kilograms. He didn't want to attract the attention of some thoughtful people and cause unnecessary trouble to himself.
A weak person may be able to deliberately show his surprising side when necessary to warn his opponents and protect himself. But when a person is relatively strong, perhaps he should hide his strength and bide his time to avoid getting into trouble.
The two fought dozens of moves, and there was no clear winner or loser. It seemed that the two were equally strong in fists and kicks, and it was hard to tell the winner in a fight.
Most of the onlookers were worried. After all, they had all placed bets. Regardless of whether Qi Feihong won or Ma Yu won, some people would lose their spiritual coins. The psychology of gamblers is almost the same, that is, they hope to win.
Huangfu Cheng, who was watching the battle, frowned secretly. He estimated that Qi Feihong's unarmed attack strength was about 120,000 to 30,000 kilograms. Now he saw that Qi Feihong's punch strength was only about 100,000 kilograms, which was quite strange and a little unbelievable. Huangfu Cheng did not ask Qi Feihong out loud like Jin Xing did. He silently watched Qi Feihong and Ma Yu compete with each other, with a normal expression, neither happy nor worried.
Qi Feihong and Ma Yu fought dozens of more moves, but there was still no winner. At this time, Ma Yu's boxing technique suddenly changed, and his strength increased by 20,000 kilograms, reaching 120,000 kilograms in an instant. Qi Feihong, who had always maintained his punching power at about 100,000 kilograms, seemed not to have expected that Ma Yu's punching power suddenly became so powerful. After he punched Ma Yu, his whole body flew backwards, and he stepped on the competition with one foot. Off the field.
Jin Xing immediately said loudly: "Ma Yu won this competition. Qi Feihong and Ma Yu each won one game, and they are currently tied. It seems that the third strength test must be carried out, otherwise there will still be no winner."
The disciples of Feixianmen applauded one after another. After all, Ma Yu won, and they also had face. But a few people still saw that Qi Feihong did not try his best in this game, and when he was punched by Ma Yu, he was obviously capable of resisting, but chose to give up.
Jin Xing's expression softened a lot at this time, and he smiled and said to Huangfucheng: "I will personally test their strength in the third competition. Do you have any opinions?"
Huangfu Cheng knew that Jin Xing's words seemed to be asking everyone, but in fact he was asking him, so he said: "It is best for the master of Jinmen to do the strength test in person. But I think Feihong's strength is indeed not as good as Ma Yu's , it seems that this third game does not need to be played again.”
Jin Xing said: "That's not okay. Everyone has placed bets. If we don't play the third game to determine the final outcome, let Ma Yu win like this. Those who bet on Qi Feihong will have opinions. In this way, Ma Yu will win. , we use the simplest way to test their strength, and then decide the final winner."
Huangfu Cheng said: "What is the simplest way?"
Huangfu Cheng had already seen at this time that Jin Xing really wanted Ma Yu to win. This was not only about his personal face, but also the face of Feixianmen.
As the head of the Feixian Sect, Huangfu Cheng felt that it was understandable for Jin Xing to have such an idea, so he didn't say anything more.
